voyagers | party post } { fool and king, ghoul and ghost

On the evening of the twenty-ninth, the ballroom on the main deck of the boat is decked out in lavish black and gold, thanks to Carol and Sophie, and the assistance of the very strong men they enlisted to help (thank you, boys). It's been a while since Carol has thrown a full out ball, and she liked the chance to stretch her event planning limbs again, even if those attending are mostly the ghost robots in their cater waiter wear.

A soft music is playing over the guests as they enter. As they pass through the threshold, there's a table with simple masks for them to choose from, in case they've forgotten their's. Once they pass through the main archway, they'll find their way to the large dance space where the ghost robot band is sitting, because live music is so much better than a recording, and they actually don't sound half-bad, all things considered. They also take requests, so feel free to tell them that song where you always wondered what it would sound like with a full orchestral backing. There's a large, expansive dance floor in the middle, and you're welcome to get out there and shake your groove thing whenever you see fit.

Tables with food line the far left wall of the room, as well as clusters of tables for the guests to sit when they so choose. There's also an open bar nestled into the far corner, for all your alcoholic needs. There are also plenty of dark corners to slip into, if you don't want anyone to see what you're doing, however the narration suggests watching those dark corners carefully. Rabbit holes lurk in pretty much every shadowed area of the ballroom and while they won't always drop you into a strange location of your choosing, there's a high chance they will. There's probably a high turnover of people arriving back in the ballroom, looking like they've gone five rounds with a bull.

Probably because they have.

The boat seem to want to promote this event as much as possible. While not everyone loves a good ball, some non-attenders may suddenly find themselves in attendance, completely dressed and no idea of how they got there. Trying to leave? Might not go so well either. For some, socializing isn't so much a choice as a punishment, but there are probably plenty of people to help you have a good time.

Or you could go on a trip to Narnia. One never really knows.

[OKAY BALL IS GO sorry I was late getting this up. Rabbit Holes are to be used at your discretion, but if you need suggestions or want me to randomize something for you, just shoot me a PM/private plurk/ping me (

iluvroadrunner6) and I will give you a scenario. Otherwise, mix, mingle and have fun with all the pretty formal wear. o7 Actionspam/prose/whatever floats your boat for this, it was easier to just write up the top part in prose.]

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She's very glad he didn't.

A smile spreads across her lips when he takes her hand, spinning her a little as they make their way out to the dance floor. She doesn't have to convince him at all -- he does it on his own accord and honestly that just makes it better. (Besides, she remembers how much he liked dancing in the twenties, she doesn't buy that suddenly he hates it).

She nods her head a little. "I am. Are you?" Things are bizarrely calm for the moment -- more than she's used to parties being, really.

It's true. Parties tend to have a habit of blowing up in everyone's faces or getting a little crazy, but even considering the person who was throwing it, things had been relatively quiet. He's going to try not to jinx it.

(And yes, he isn't as big a grump about dancing as he likes to pretend he is, but he doesn't want her thinking he's completely easy.)

"I am," he says with a nod. "This ball is going much better than the ones I'm used to."

Please don't jinx it, Rebekah likes a good party after all. At least she hasn't turned into a cat yet this evening.

She laughs a little, nodding. "That prom Caroline threw in Chicago wasn't so bad."

Stefan intends to keep that record going. In fact, he wants to try and make it last as long as possible. Fancy ball gowns are very hard to carry on your own, on top of a cat. Especially when her claws keep getting caught in the material.

"True. We made it out of that without any rift or Mystic Falls related shenanigans. Maybe Caroline should throw all the parties."

Rebekah things that's a good plan -- she'd much rather not have to be carried out again. Or get her claws caught up in her gown -- the dress would probably get ruined.

"Maybe. She might have the Midas touch when it comes to these things," Rebekah muses with a smile. "Or maybe just being out of Mystic Falls gives us an advantage."

"Oh, I have a feeling that if it really wanted to, Trouble would follow us no matter where we went." He brushes his thumb against the small of her back for a moment. "Chicago seemed to have it's fair share of trouble as well." Both back home and in that alternate one they managed to fall into.

"Most likely. And it did. I imagine this place will sooner or later." and with the luck, sooner. Still, it's hard to complain when she's dancing close to him like this.

"Whatever they throw at us, I have no doubt we can handle it."

"Odds are we have probably seen far worse." Stefan gives her a bit of a spin before pulling her in close again. "In fact, I think we are so prepared for this, that we should not even talk about it, and just focus on dancing."

"Agreed. We don't want to ruin the dancing, after all," She confirms, pressing in close once more.

"I'm having such a lovely time, after all."

"As am I. Who would have thought?" Stefan is in far too good a mood, considering everything that's going on lately, but he's not going to let that deter him. He has a beautiful date at a fabulously thrown ball and he's not going to worry about anything else.

Especially not Damon.

"Well, I would hope so. You're no fun when you're in a sour mood." She's teasing, of course. Stefan can be a bit of a brooder at times but she doesn't honestly mind much.

He smiles a bit at that. "Well, I strive not to be. I wouldn't want to put a damper on the evening."

"You know I'd never let you hear the end of it if you did." Which is possibly true, she's been known to be a brat about these things.

"No, you would not," he smirks a bit. "I know better by now than to try to get away with it."

"Of course you do. I have a very nasty temper, after all."

"And you are an Original vampire," he says with a bit of a nod. "Very scary. I know better. I will keep my smartass comments to myself."

"You're learning." She compliments with a smile, taking a step back from him for a spin.

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"I know it can be hard to believe," he says, letting her spin away from him before pulling her back in. "But I happen to be very smart. I catch on quick."

That's a lie, he can be very, very stupid at times, but this is a party - let's not talk about that.

"Can you?" She asks in a teasing voice, a grin spreading across her lips. "I hope to see this quickness of yours, someday."

He makes a bit of a mock-offended face at that. "Ouch. That stings a little. Watch where you're throwing those things."

She smirks, speaking in faux concern now. "Oh no, did I hurt your delicate feelings?"

"Yes. Yes, you did." No you didn't, he's just playing along. "I may have to go drown my sorrows, if that's what you really think of me."

"Oh, well, we wouldn't want that," She concedes, continuing to play along. "Surely there's something I can do to make it up to you."

Stefan makes a face like he's thinking, not breaking character as he leads her into another spin. "I'll have to think about it. I'm not sure if my wounded ego can be appeased."

"Well, tell me if you think of anything. I'd hate to think it's unfixable," she muses with another grin.

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